...they've got more fucking money. Ahem.
Have been plagued with financial woes since my last post, and have been doing lots of juggling with my money (or lack thereof). It has been both harrowing and time consuming, so I been a bit lax on the posting front. Since I'm feeling a bit drained from all that, and what with the flashbacks to the airless, windowless room I spent two hours in last Thursday in a nail-biting attempt to refinance my bank loan, I'm going to post a poem, buy a bit of time and gather my thoughts.
Here's Invictus by W.E. Henley - it's a bit like getting a shot of instant moral fibre:
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbow'd.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Aaah. Deep breath, that's better.
Back soon...
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